Live in Bed, Die in Battle 

 Dream softly

enter the sedation

end of discipline

sun-soaked day

nothing but a breeze

removing droplets

from your skin

- stop this -

like messanger birds

breaking a buck out of the rut

epiphanies are flying to me

power of my fathers 

warriors of the Boyne

Jacobites with dark hair

and emerald eyes 

black Irish in my blood

won't be denied 

the savage in my 

love can't be hidden

I want more so I work more

hussars to my left, Celts on my right

my ancestors lived in bed and in battle

they died